Hippolyta
A terrified Rory stumbles into the room, his eyes wild and his small form trembling. He shoves passed Keira and runs over to me grabbing me by the hand. He opens his mouth to speak, but before he can Logan rushes in, panting as though he'd had difficulty keeping up with Rory. He quickly comes over to join us, throwing Rory a worried look.
"Hey! Are you okay? You just took off without explanation," Logan seems winded as he gasps this out, using Rory's shoulder for support.
"What happened?" I ask, curious about what caused Rory out of all people to flip out. Usually, when something bad happened, Rory was the type to keep a level head. The alley incident being a prime example.
"I saw..." Rory begins to speak, his voice fading and his eyes grew dull. He hugs himself, trembling harder now. My hand starts to hurt as he squeezes it tighter, hugging it against him. Even Logan looks scared.
"Rory...?" A concerned Keira stands by the door, her expression worried. "Hey, little guy, you all good?" Rory turns back to look at her, shaking his head furiously, his eyes beginning to mist over.
"No. No. No, no, no, no, no, no. NoNoNoNoNoNoNoNo!" Rory rips his hand out of mine, scratching me in the process. He grabs onto his head, digging his nails into his scalp. Tears begin to stream down his face his eyes red as he starts to scream. And he screams, and screams, and screams, and screams.
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The Problem Solvers Club
HorrorHippolyta and her friends wanted nothing more than to help their classmates solve their problems. Want to uncover the source of a rumor or catch a bully in the act, just call the Problem Solvers Club. They'll be able to solve any problem...as long...
